Creating a new post

What we've got here is a failure to communicate. That is from cool hand luke, a movie I bought at Target after eating at a Golden Corral in Durham. It pretty much sums up the lack of blog activity the past few days. In case you didn't realize it, you ignorant ass, I was on Spring Break. What did I do over SB, you ask? Well, lots of things. I went to sparta for a very short amount of time, probably less than 24 hours in duration. Saw the parents, the new dog, who is a completely black austrailan shepard, and the new, gigantic F-350 dad has bought with all the money that he doesn't ever seem to have when it comes time to give me a dollar or two. All the more reason for me to drive it around, which i proceeded to do, in a hellraising manner. Came back to meet Mr. Dan Findlay, a man without a home for the next week or so. From then on, break truly began. And what a break it was, with me, paul, and dan living in 40H. Think about the lazyest week of your life, perhaps a summer break in elementary school, or some such lack of activity. That is roughly the week I put together. I ate pizza every day. Pizza frozen, Pizza from domino's, Pizza from Franklin P&P, all enjoyed on a regular basis. I supplemented this diet with some Red Dog, some Busch Light, and Diet coke, of course. Somehow, a crazy asshole from our apartment complex stole a crosswalk sign, and it is laying, post and all, in our backyard. I noticed this while i was painting the BEERPONG table. Oh, did I mention I made a BEERPONG table? I created it with the work of my own two hands (and paul and dan), while the plywood was propped up on our empty keg and black trashcan on the porch. Funny story: as I was cleaning the roller of the hellasscrap that is polyurethane, I realized that there was no easy way to dispose of the waste product. So, being one of those people who does not give a shit about the backyard, I threw it over the balcony. It appears that there is quite a bit of dead grass there now. How about BUCKNELL? Was there any more exciting game, that I was forced to follow via the scoreboard on Sportsline.com? Hell yes, with a kid named BADMUS and a rented band from Northern Iowa (who they paid with $150 for pizza and orange BUCKNELL shirts) they kicked the ass of Kansas. Throw in the hilarious Tom Brennan and his comments about Vermont being a tough state to live in, and the Epic game of WEST VIRGINIA over wake, it was quite a week for basketball. Obviously, the first day held little excitement, and Dan was commenting about the lack of upsets and excitement in the tournament. God decided to make Dan look like an asshole, and promptly put toghether the damnest stretch of upsetness that anyone had seen. Excitement abounded, and perhaps a new phrase has been born, Pulling a Bucknell (Ok, maybe i just want this one to succeed very much). I went to the Harris-Teeter on Airport Rd. and spent $53. But, I saved $22! That's Twenty Two fucking U.S. american dollars. God bless VIC. Buy one get one free eggs and a 6 pack of anchor steam and 3 cases of busch, milwaukee's best, and southpaw later, we baked a yellow cake with chocolate icing, and made 3 boxes of Mac and Cheese. That is right, BAKED a CAKE. I am not ashamed, there is no shame in creating in the kitchen, bitches. So yeah, its been a pretty good week for not doing anything. Don't ever doubt my post-creating ablity simply because I have taken a week off. And never, ever, ever watch Spring Break Shark Attack on CBS. Its the worst damn movie ever. I have 1350 songs on my iPod. I have 2 blank scantrons on my desk. I have a beerpong table in my living room, begging for use. I have a scrap of cake left. And, perhaps most importantly, I have full recovery from the Hell week that preceeded this one. With the Fires of Hell behind me, it is time to admire the tans of those who wasted shitloads to go to the beach and get wasted, while they could have enjoyed the simple pleasures of Making the Band 3 and Pizza in its various and sundry forms. Experience the Tubular revelation of life with absolutely nothing to do; it will bring back your focus, restore your sanity, and help you pull a Bucknell.